Bismarck

"I know what you are thinking, but careful calculation is the core skill for us intelligence officers!" William was also helpless.

"You see, the funds given to us by the higher-ups are limited, and we have to use the limited funds effectively. Not a penny more will do. The execution of the plan, the coordination of personnel, and the financial operation of intelligence points all require money. The money from the higher-ups has been used to purchase equipment, so how can it be our turn?" William said.

"Aren't you quite rich?... This new house must have cost a lot of money." Cunningham looked around. The decoration was very luxurious, but it didn't look poor at all. Cunningham thought that if William was going to cry poor, what would he do?

"That was saved after the war for my happy life in my old age and for little Heloise! ​​No one is allowed to touch it! And I spent two-thirds of my total assets just to make that agreement come into effect quickly. I don't have much money left to spend!"

"All right.........."

"I usually live a frugal life, work overtime until dawn, and run around during the day, visiting this and that. I can't even drink black tea more than a few times a day. I have a little niece at home to raise. What can I do? I am also desperate!"

"...You've worked so hard." Is this the sadness of a villain boss? !

In comparison, although Cunningham, who had just taken office, also had a lot of official business to deal with, his workload seemed far less than that of the hard-working intelligence chief, not to mention Bailey. As a secretary and wife, her life was very relaxed. At least it was much more comfortable than fighting at sea, and she also enjoyed such a life.

"Let's stop the sad things. Turning grief and anger into strength is one of my magic weapons. I'm quite used to it. Let's talk about cooperation." William adjusted his attitude and made an invitation in a serious manner. The expressions of Mr. and Mrs. Cunningham also became serious.

"You have read the agreement. It states that after the war, the royal family will raise funds to build your wife's battleship museum, and the cost of its repair after completion will be provided by Preston Steel Company (William's family business). I cannot guarantee that those old foxes in the cabinet will not go back on their word. This is a risky investment." William did not make any guarantees. He did not have the final say in the cabinet. He could only say that he would try his best.

"You've done a great job, William. To be honest, it's amazing that you can do this for us. Ever since you were a child, I thought you were the kind of guy who would do anything to get what you want. I didn't expect you to change so much."

Cunningham first met William when he visited Preston Steel Company. At that time, he met William Wyatt, who was only a few years old. However, he did not give him the feeling that a child should have. He was like a cold machine without any extra emotions. As they grew up, they had fewer opportunities to meet, and William joined MI6, so the impression of him was basically fixed in his childhood.

"That was all thanks to Mr. Li. He made up for what I lacked as a human being and taught me what to do. He is my second father."

"But you've never learned other people's views on money." Bailey complained.

"Ahem, as an intelligence officer, how can I complain about the low pay? Anyway, I will do my best."

"Do you see that document over there?" William pointed to the folder on the bedside table.

"I saw it."

"Those are some of the evidence I personally compiled over the past few nights on your potential opponents. They might be useful to you who are in the limelight. At least you will have the capital to fight back when the time comes. This time I am going to be a good person to the end, so you have to give me support too!"

"George and I didn't spend our money in vain. You have to contribute enough to shut up those politicians. Especially since you just took office, Cunningham, there will probably be a lot of people who are unhappy with you."

The political environment in Britain is not friendly to new officials like Cunningham. It can even be said that it is full of crises. Some senior officials are aware of and acquiesce in War-weariness. Churchill is one of the representatives. But it does not prove that he has unanimous support. There are still some weirdos. I guess seeing that War-weariness is so beautiful, many MPs may think that it will be better for the cabinet to train her into a socialite. Of course, Cunningham will definitely not agree.

"Okay, okay. Tomorrow, the old man and I will report to Rolls-Royce, Vickers and Shell. The day after tomorrow, we will go to the Royal Arsenal and the wind tunnel laboratory, and then place a piece of battleship steel in each laboratory. You are still planning the specific arrangements for the future, right?"

"That's right, Madam, your strength must be exerted in the most elegant and gorgeous way, instead of running around like those German barbarians." William still has ways to please old ladies. "Excuse me, charging into battle on the battlefield is actually not of much value. People like Madam need better jobs."

"That's more like it." Bailey seemed happy that someone complimented her like that.

"William, how are you preparing for the large-scale modification of Bailey? I have a lot of problems here, and those guys keep pestering me."

"Ah, I've already tried to get this right. If you try again later, they will definitely be much more obedient."

"Thank you so much!" ×2

"It's okay, it's okay. I'm already very busy, so this is just a small matter. In return, please tell me about the latest developments in the Royal Navy. After all, I'm also half a shipbuilder."

"The recent situation... can be said to be extremely bad. We only have one aircraft carrier, the Grudge. The Indefatigable needs to make some special modifications so the construction period will be delayed by about two months. We still have the Belle and two George V-class battleships. The other two are almost completed. The first two Lion-class ships will be in service in about 43 years at best. The capital ships we can mobilize are very few."

"You have also shifted some of your production capacity to the submarine force. The Akron was a great help."

"Yes, the construction plan of new submarines is being accelerated. The Navy will fully cooperate with Lord Auchinleck's strategic deployment. I am very good at harassment tactics."

The only route for Luyenst to obtain supplies was the Suez Canal, so it was perfect to use submarines and torpedo boats to attack enemy transport ships - this time the British submarines would become a nightmare for German transport ships.

"I got some news from the navy. It seems that they are planning to build a new class of aircraft carrier? According to the report, it seems to be a full load of 6, which is really big." Obviously William was surprised at the appetite of the navy. A full load of 6 is also a super large one among battleships.

"Yes, that is indeed the aircraft carrier we plan to build. The preliminary technical indicators have been established. It is basically an enlarged and improved version of the Ark Royal class. The main focus is to increase the number of carrier-based aircraft. After consultation within our navy, we decided to call it the "To Be Determined" class aircraft carrier. It is not called the To Be Determined class, but her name is To Be Determined..."

"Okay, when are you going to start work?"

"Next month, the specific materials and funds have been prepared. All that's left is to build the slipway and lay the keel."

"Remember our agreement. Every 'ship spirit' found on a Royal Navy warship needs to be registered. This file will be top secret. We need to find a way to summon it and give it basic education. I'll trouble you, Belle."

"no problem."

This basic education is actually just intensive training of the abilities that the "ship spirits" should have, and then instilling patriotism. This is a very simple thing. The important thing is to enhance their ability to respond so that they are not affected by emotions.

However, the three people in the room had no illusions about whether a new "ship spirit" would appear in the Royal Navy. They still had to prepare for the worst. Of course, it would be best if there was one, but if not, it would be fine. Giving the Royal Navy two ship spirits should be a gift from God - but God seemed to like the Germans more.

Forget it, let’s not talk about this anymore.

"Is the navy's budget enough? The army and air force have been squeezing resources lately, so I'm afraid there will be even less left for you."

"There is no problem with the budget. In the past two years, our Royal Navy has also undergone a "major replacement" by German sailors. Almost all the old warships have been sunk in battle, and the remaining ones are all new. Even the previous fuel and maintenance costs have been saved." Cunningham's expression was funny, and it was hard to tell whether he was crying or laughing, but it would probably be the same if it were someone else.

"Speaking of money, I have a personal proposal that will definitely make us a lot of money. It's true! It's a lot of money!"

"Make money? How can you make money in this war-torn world? Are you mentally ill?" War-weary said while trying to measure William's temperature, and the latter quickly shrank back.

"Bailey, listen to what William has to say."

"Well.....I'll do as you say, William. If you dare to joke around, I guarantee you won't be able to get out of bed this month!"

"I obey, I obey!" William raised his hands to show his innocence.

"What I mean is, are you interested in salvaging shipwrecks?" William bent down and pulled out a folded map from a small envelope beside the bed. After opening it, it could be seen that it was a map of Iceland. Someone had made an X with a red pen somewhere in the southwest direction of the entire map, and the words "SS Minden" were written on it.

Chapter 583: Target, Moscow

Mamayev Kurgan, Stalingrad, USSR, February 1941, 2…

This small hill, 102 meters high and with a gentle terrain, is only meters from the Volga River. It is the commanding height of the entire city of Stalingrad! Therefore, it is also an important hub that the Soviet and German armies have repeatedly fought for!

The houses around the high ground had been completely turned into a pile of rubble by repeated bombardment, and the entire hilltop had been dyed bloody by the brutal war. Even the snow in late winter could not cover the corpses and blood flowing everywhere!

But the German troops at the foot of the mountain were still desperately attacking the mountain! The whistling artillery fire, the roaring dive bombers, the roaring Maxim heavy machine guns and the hissing German MG machine guns!

Against the backdrop of the sky blackened by the smoke of gunpowder, the German soldiers, deployed in a coordinated infantry and tank tactical formation, with the sound of steel exploding and hitting flesh as the accompaniment, stepped on the bodies of the dead on both sides who had been completely blown into bloody meat paste by artillery fire. Under the tenacious resistance of the Soviet Red Army, they gasped and launched a new attack on the hilltop where the fortifications and obstacles had been completely destroyed!

However, the Soviet Red Army, which fought to defend the Soviet motherland, was no pushover!

Although the German army rushed to the high ground with superior forces and fierce artillery cover, and with the support of tanks, they were greeted by overwhelming grenades and a torrential rain of bullets from PPSH41 submachine guns and DP28 machine guns! Moreover, even the tanks covered by the surrounding infantry began to suffer losses under the bursts of anti-tank guns and even anti-tank guns after the infantry were dispersed by grenades and machine guns. In particular, there were also blasters holding blasting tubes and Molotov cocktails, shouting "Ura"!

Moreover, behind these Red Army soldiers, there were quadruple-mounted Maxim heavy machine guns and 37mm anti-aircraft guns, stubbornly fighting against the Stukas whistling overhead! At the same time, in the second-line trenches, the NKVD Internal Guards, who served as the supervisory team and reserve, also put bayonets on their rifles!

These blue-hatted men, who were contemptuously called the war supervisors by the landlord, bourgeois reactionaries of various countries, were ruthless in enforcing military law, but they were equally ruthless when fighting the German devils!

The German army, which had once gained an advantage on Mamayev Kurgan with its superior numbers and tanks, had no time to catch its breath when it saw a group of Internal Guard soldiers wearing blue wide-brimmed hats and steel helmets, filling the front line with extremely skilled tactical moves under the cover of heavy machine guns! Then, after a short but tragic battle with bayonets, engineer shovels and submachine guns, the German army was forced to abandon several lost tanks and dozens of bodies with missing arms and legs, and retreated from the top of the hill in a chaotic manner under the machine gun fire.

In the city on the side of the Mamayev Kurgan position, behind the ruins of a community, a T-34 tank with more than battle record markings on its turret was retreating out of the tank guerrilla position composed of the ruins under the cover of more than a dozen infantrymen to prevent retaliatory artillery and bombing by the German army on the opposite side.

The T-34/76 tank had only four crew members, and the tank commander often had to act as a loader. He had to risk his head to observe the enemy, and then he had to lower his head to help the gunner load shells. It was a very busy job. However, Lavrinenko's reaction and actions were very fast, and the crew cooperated very well. In just four months, as many as fascist tanks died under his gun!

And just as he was retreating, he saw another target...

"Gunner, there's a tank thirty degrees to the right! Sergei, prepare to stop and fire!"

"Okay!" After hearing the order, Sergei naturally released the accelerator and clutch. The tank, which lost the clutch's power transmission, quickly stopped under its own tonnage in the ruins full of rubble. And in the next second, there was a loud bang, and a choking gunpowder smoke came from the turret - although it was quickly sucked out by the exhaust fan.

As soon as the gunfire stopped, Sergei stepped on the clutch and accelerator again! Regardless of whether the previous shot destroyed the opponent, what the tank driver had to do at this time was to quickly move his position to avoid the counterattack!

The enemies on the high ground have already retreated, and what will come next will be the fascist artillery and bombing!

Just as Sergei's T-34 tank retreated into the bunker gate, the fascists' furious hail of bullets enveloped Mamayev Kurgan and the mobile firing positions of their tanks...

The Volga River is a swamp that is difficult to pass along the river since Stalingrad. The passages to the upstream areas such as Kamyshin, Saratov, and Ulyanovsk are fragmented by the Don River, the Volga River, and some other tributaries. Moreover, even if the German army can cross the Don River, it may not be able to cross the natural barriers provided by the large and small tributaries behind the Don River. Not to mention that within a radius of 400 kilometers, all transportation networks - highways, railways, and waterways - have only one hub, Stalingrad!

If the southern line is a bottle, then the stopper of this bottle is only Stalingrad! As long as the stopper is pulled out, the millions of German troops on the southern line will really become a wild horse! Whether it is to go east to Kazakhstan or north to Ulyanovsk and the Ural Industrial Zone, it will be more convenient...

So this time, the German army was determined to capture Stalingrad! After the first round of attack was defeated, the German troops who followed the artillery barrage immediately rushed to the middle of the mountain!

Regardless of the reverberation of the bombardment, or the fact that the German fascists had blocked the road to the high ground, the Soviet Red Army soldiers threw back the grenades thrown by the Germans, and entered the trenches. Then they started a new round of bayonet fighting with the German fascists who were about to rush into the position!

Attack after attack, bringing death and destruction, constantly changing between courage and wisdom, but always repeating over and over again, as if endless and endless...

While the fierce battle of Stalingrad was going on, in the Wolf's Lair in East Prussia, the mustache was holding a military meeting, holding the battle report of Stalingrad in his hand, and was furious at his generals and marshals...

"A bunch of trash!"

"Look for yourselves, what kind of war is this! Huh?! We are on the Eastern Front, with two-thirds of the troops! Three-quarters of the tanks! An army of 1.3 million is attacking a city defended by only two Russian armies with less than 30,000 soldiers. We have been fighting for four months, with 300,000 casualties, and we still haven't taken it down!... What a bunch of scum! I'm so pissed!"

The mustache's Parkinson's disease made him shake his fingers involuntarily, and the flying saliva splashed on Rundstedt, Halder and others standing in front of him, washing their faces for free. As the Führer's roar became louder and louder, the angry mustache smashed the report material of the Battle of Stalingrad on the map, as if he could flatten Stalingrad.

After waiting for a long time for the mustache man to calm down a little, he grabbed the cup and took a sip of water. After calming down a little, he continued: "…Stalingrad has not been taken yet, I need an explanation!"

The marshals and generals below looked at each other awkwardly. Finally, Rundstedt spoke: "Führer,... the reason why we have not been able to capture this place for a long time is mainly due to the surrounding water network terrain and the location of the transportation hub. We cannot surround them and cut off their logistical supplies, and there is no way to deploy more troops..." However, before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Hitler with a wave of his hand.

"Don't tell me that! I don't want to hear reasons, I just want Stalingrad!"

In the face of the mustache man's brutal roar, the 67-year-old Rundstedt shut his mouth awkwardly, while in the corner of the officers' corps, a few people looked at each other obscurely and shook their heads.

However, Hitler did not see this scene in the corner...

"... As for Stalingrad, I can only give you another month and a half at most!" After a long silence, Hitler, who was full of anger, finally began to calm down: "Gentlemen, you should have seen by now that the Soviet Union is our biggest enemy! And we don't have much time and manpower to mobilize!"

"The Americans will be able to complete their war preparations by the first half of next year at the latest, or even earlier than that! So we can't waste too much time on Stalingrad - although theoretically as long as we can get through here we can advance to Central Asia or the Urals, but there is another real threat that we need to solve first!!" As Hitler spoke, the red and blue pencil in his hand gently slid across the map, from the location of Stalingrad to another more important big city...

"Moscow?!"

When the generals under his command saw the instructions given by the man with a small mustache, they couldn't help but start whispering to each other.

"Yes, it's Moscow!" The man with the mustache raised his head and looked at his generals: "... We have wasted four months here, and the Russian counterattack this time reminded me - Moscow! Their capital, the largest transportation hub, is also posing a threat to our flanks!"

The generals did not speak, but listened silently to the man with a mustache shouting at the top of his lungs.

"… You see, starting from Pskov, to Smolensk, then to Voronezh, all the way to Stalingrad, this front is 1200 kilometers long! If you add Stalingrad to Astrakhan, it's kilometers! And we have to consider the threat of at least people south of the Caucasus Mountains... With such a long front, tell me how many troops we need to defend the flanks?! Now the Northern Army Group and the Central Army Group have people to defend a -kilometer-long front! And what about the Soviets? As long as they occupy the hub of Moscow, our large arc will be connected in all directions in their eyes! They can catch us off guard anywhere!"

"This time we have Model - pass on my order, promote Model to general and award him the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross - but next time, we may not be so lucky!" As he spoke, the man with the mustache threw the pencil in his hand towards Moscow: "I repeat it again! Moscow is the capital of the Russians and their largest transportation hub in Europe! Capturing this place can shorten our battle line, save precious manpower, and cut off the connection between their various fronts on the battlefield!!..."

"...If the Russian land thaws between March and May, we must prepare for the next battle from now on!...Therefore, the attack on Stalingrad must be completed by early March at the latest! Whether or not we capture this city, we must turn to the direction of Moscow!..." As he spoke of his strategic ideas, the man with a mustache gradually roared in a stern voice: "...Listen carefully, this is the last chance for the Greater German Empire! We must completely defeat Russia before Britain and the United States counterattack the European continent! Therefore, the preparations for the Battle of Moscow must be completed before the end of May no matter what - do you understand?!"

"Yes! Fuhrer!" The generals below stood at attention and raised their hands in a uniform Nazi salute, but it was unknown how many of them were doing it from the bottom of their hearts...

Hitler was in no mood to care about the different expressions of these people. As the head of Germany, he had too many things to be responsible for and had no time to play those conspiracy games behind the scenes. He waved his hand and announced the start of the next topic: "Then let's start the next topic. Admiral Raeder will report on the summary of the naval war in January and the next combat plan. Other irrelevant people can leave now!"

Seeing the generals and marshals in gray army uniforms coming out one after another, Raeder in blue-gray naval marshal uniform showed a humble smile, and walked forward politely like an old gentleman: "My Führer, I will report to you now. ... Just yesterday, we received news from the Lütjens fleet. They have contacted the Japanese fleet and discussed the division of operations in the Indian Ocean. They have also reunited with the Prince Eugen. I think with the capabilities of the Lütjens fleet, they can handle the Indian Ocean very well..." As he spoke, Raeder lowered his head slightly, and a smile that seemed to want to flatter someone appeared in his eyes.

However, I have something in mind, so I have to continue reporting: "Next, I plan to take advantage of the weakness of the British home fleet and launch a military operation with Admiral Kumets' Arctic Fleet..."

ps: please give me a razor blade

Chapter 584: Prince Eugen

The beginning of the first month of 1942 was a complete mess for the Allies and the Soviet Union...

The situation on the Eastern Front was not optimistic. The fighting in Stalingrad had become fierce. Every building was fought over and over again. The number of casualties was rising. The blood of both sides had dyed the whole city red. However, by now, the Soviet army had gradually fallen into a state of decline, and it was almost inevitable that it would be lost.

Although Japan was forced to withdraw heavy troops from the Northeast to suppress the Rabbit Guerrillas north of the Yellow River and to defend the Zhejiang-Jiangxi Railway, the Guangdong-Hankou Railway, the Hunan-Guangxi Railway (which occupied a much larger land area than in history), as well as the occupied areas along the railways and the Maldives in the Indian Ocean, easing the pressure on the Soviet border, the Soviet Union was able to transfer 34 troops from the Far East to fill the front line. However, even with the increase of 85 troops and the modification of all the T- tanks with mm tank guns, compared with the million German troops on the opposite side, they only established a barely stable defense line relying on the lower reaches of the Volga River and the swamps of Astrakhan, and the situation of being suppressed by the German army did not improve at all!

On the other hand, in order to attack Wei and save Zhao and to achieve a greater breakthrough, Stalin planned to launch a counterattack while it was still winter and the permafrost in the Soviet Union was still frozen and solid enough for armored troops to pass through. The thawing mud in a month or two after spring would create favorable climatic conditions for defense.

According to intelligence, the German Central Army Group had only 400,000 troops at that time, while the more than one million German troops of the Southern Army Group were already scattered throughout the lower reaches of the Don River-Stalingrad-North Caucasus region. In a situation where distant water could not put out a nearby fire, the Soviet Union gritted its teeth and pieced together more than 600,000 mobile troops from its own Western Front and Reserve Front, attempting to launch an offensive under the personal command of Marshal Zhukov at the bend of the Don River, which was the dividing line between the German Central Army Group and the Southern Army Group.

But who would have known that in the German Central Army Group with a strength of only 400,000, at the junction of the two German army groups opposite Zhukov, there was an army commander who had just taken office for a month, Lieutenant General Otto Walter Model. With his quick-cut style of supervising the battle with a pistol in hand, and his iron-blooded defense of strictly ordering all troops to hold their strongholds and fight to the last man, he relied on an army with only 170,000 men under his command, which was not the main force, and relied on the upper reaches of the Don River which was not a natural barrier, and he actually held off the Soviet Red Army, which was commanded by Zhukov himself but was not yet proficient in offensive tactics!

As for the German troops on the southern front, after Model held off the Soviet army, they did not need to withdraw heavy troops to defend, and they continued to attack in the North Caucasus and Stalingrad. Although the Soviet army resisted tenaciously, oil mines and transportation centers such as Grozny had already been occupied! Although the Soviet army blew up the oil fields and refineries, the German army had already reached Astrakhan and Makhachkala on the shores of the Caspian Sea...

The British were not having a good time either. Although the Allies had more or less grasped the movements of the Axis powers with the strong intelligence support of MI6 led by William, according to the intelligence passed back by the German high-level officials, there would be big movements in the blockade line in the North Pacific recently, and Raeder might not be able to hold it back. This was not good news for the Royal Navy, which had suffered heavy casualties - they could no longer afford any losses!

After the "plunder" of World War I and the Great Depression, the British bourgeoisie gradually began to deindustrialize for their own class interests and corporate profit margins. When King George V and Prince of Wales were built, the British shipbuilding industry had to buy armor steel from the Czech Republic, and finally bought 18000 tons of armor steel. Now Britain is still somewhat unstable in Indian Ocean shipping and cannot obtain resources and oil from India and the Middle East! Needless to say, the lords of the British Empire have no choice but to sell their pots and irons to buy things.

Faced with the British who were waving big checks and making crazy purchases, the American tycoons were delighted. Who cares? As long as it's not confidential, we'll buy anything.

From tanks and airplanes to textiles and raw materials, boxes of goods were loaded onto cargo ships and joined the escort fleet to Britain. Factories worked in three shifts every day to process various industrial products. Unemployment rates dropped, incomes increased, and Americans, who had just survived the 29-1937 economic crisis (derived from the 1940 crisis), tasted the sweetness. There were already very few voices against the war in the country. A giant beast was slowly awakening on the American continent, vowing to sanction the fascist regime that overestimated its own strength - although the correct pronunciation of this sentence is: vowing to let the big capitalists of the free world control the world...

Compared with Britain, which is also a capitalist country in the free world, the communist Soviet Union was much more miserable in this regard. Although it supported almost all of the German army's attacks, because Britain lost Suez, the Americans had to spend a lot of resources to feed the British, and they also hoped that the Soviet Union and Germany would suffer as much as possible. So in the end, the Soviet Union got very little - except that Churchill finally agreed to William to hand over the information of the jet fighter that Germany was developing and the sketch of the hollow blade turbine that could be used for low-end materials but was very demanding of precision processing capabilities to the Soviets through diplomatic means, the Soviet Union got almost nothing from the capitalist allies!

And now, the remnants of the Soviet army in Stalingrad are still in the city that has been bombed into ruins. Under the tenacious resistance of the Soviet Red Army, they are getting closer and closer to the Volga River, meter by meter, step by step, at the cost of human lives...

--------However, the Indian Ocean is still sunny and windy at this moment-------

On the afternoon of February 1941, 2, the Lütjens fleet, which had been "visiting" Ceylon for a day, including the battleships Bismarck, Tirpitz, and Zeppelin, left the port of Trincomalee and headed southwest towards the Maldives Islands, which were still under British control.

Bismarck stood at the porthole of the bridge, looking at the red glow in the sky under the setting sun, lost in thought.

It's not like she hasn't seen a ship girl being defeated before. She once fought Rodney and Nelson in the Icelandic naval battle and both were injured. Later, as her combat skills became more and more proficient and her experience became richer, it seemed that this period of history was far away from her.

However, the fact that King Kong was forced into a corner by the magic power during the exercise made her think about the possibilities in the future...

Although King Kong didn't know what guided artillery shells were, and the magic power was divided into three formations, covering, outflanking, and tactical arrangements were all done to achieve the victory of the weak over the strong. But since the magic power can do it, there is no reason why the United States, which can be described as a direct dumpling, can't do it!

Then we must be on guard even more.

So that night, a certain Bismarck thought about it and found Kong, and told him about the guided shells and guided torpedoes, and even told him that the guided shells could only fire high-explosive shells. In addition to this, he also told him to be careful of American submarines.

After all, Kongo was killed by a submarine attack in history. The Japanese military high-ranking officials are completely stupid when it comes to using submarines. But... in fact, they just hope that the Japanese on Kongo's side - regardless of whether there are other ship girls or not - can hold back as many Americans as possible!